Bringing Country Back

I sat down on a barstool in a beer joint, south of town.
I reached down and grabbed my guitar from that old case on the ground
A fella walked up in a cowboy hat with a cold one in his hand
And said boys what kind of music you
play in your so called honky-tonk band

And I said mister
We play songs about lovin', cheatin', hurtin',
fightin', drinkin', pickup trucks and mother
Songs about lyin', stealin',
good time feelin', honky tonkin', downright southern
Payin' all our dues with no paycheck
while the right path turns out wrong
We're just bottle sippin', guitar pickin',
highway ridin', singin', bringin' country back to country songs

Well that cowboy bet us a shot that we ain't got a single Waylon tune
He said talk is cheap then he
grabbed a seat at the bar end of the room
We fired it up and soon enough we packed the whole damn place
It was wall to wall but I'd given it
all to see the look on that cowboy's face

As we sang about lovin', cheatin', hurtin',
fightin', drinkin', pickup trucks and mother
Songs about lyin', stealin',
good time feelin', honky tonkin', downright southern
Payin' all our dues with no paycheck
while the right path turns out wrong
We're just bottle sippin', guitar pickin',
highway ridin', singin', bringin' country back to country songs yeah

Not a word was said about that bet til the whiskey hit the stage
Guess we proved him wrong with every song we played

Songs about lovin', cheatin', hurtin',
fightin', drinkin', pickup trucks and mother
Songs about lyin', stealin',
good time feelin', honky tonkin', downright southern
Payin' all our dues with no paycheck
while the right path turns out wrong
We're just bottle sippin', guitar pickin',
highway ridin' singin', bringin' country back to country songs
We're just bottle sippin', guitar pickin',
highway ridin' singin', bringin' country back to country songs